Hey mom,
I'm sorry for waiting so long. I've been busy. With schoolwork. Daddy has a lot of work to do all the time now that he does it overseas, so Renge teaches me stuff. I can write in English now. Aren't you happy? Renge says it looks like your handwriting.
Daddy took me to get glasses a few days ago. I can see stuff better now. I looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were different shades of purple, not just one blob of violet with another black blob in the center. They look like dads eyes, but darker. Daddy says you loved his eyes. Did you love your eyes, too? Did you love yourself as much as daddy loved you? Your letters say you loved yourself. But the people here, the kids here, they always talk themselves down. They're depressing to be around.
I don't like it here, mommy. I want to go home. Where is home anymore, anyway?
Love,
Sophie
P.s. I googled it. Google said that home is where the heart is. Daddy said home is where your family is. But isn't your family part of your heart?
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